The Richness of Old Age: a New Critical Reading of "to Autumn"
[2023-11-07 00:38:38]
"Where are the spring songs, love, where are they, do not think about them, you also have your music." People often look back at their youth. Our natural tendency is to fear the old age, to regard it as a forerunner of death, not the age of life, it is itself desirable. But in John Keats' s poem "Autumn" he inspired us not to adopt this viewpoint but to regard it as a beautiful and enviable living condition rather than worrying about being old. First of all, it has to be decided that Keats even talked about his later years.
One of my favorite movies, "Before Sunset" by Richard Linklater, I saw it for the first time when I was 16 years old. This is a young autumn 31-year-old movie in middle-aged climax. For me this film is always a movie about the problems of other people - this movie makes it possible for me to enjoy it objectively; now I understand what I really feel in the fall I will. Look before the subjective sunset
I am now looking around and it seems to stumble over old, personal and creative new sentences that depict the elderly's subculture and subjectivity about my aging. It is increasingly awkward. I work. My reading list includes a recent work by 96-year-old Emyr Humphreys, Doris Lessing, Chinua Achebe, Seamus Heaney, Elaine Feinstein, Dannie Abse, Maureen Duffy, Ruth Fainlight's poem, 73-year old Erica Jong's story I will. It is written in the memoir of a novel "Fear of Death", William Trevor, David Lodge, Kent Half, Toni Morrison, and Nozawa Osawa, Vivian Gonik, Roger Angel, Diana Atil . As the late poet Adrian Richie said, this is an exciting time to learn a new dimension of human experience - a longer life people describe in life, she is already 80 years old, "with fear and Beauty "balance.
I read about falls somewhere and reminded me to make things better. Trees release their leaves and glory at their respective heights. I am shocked by rich colors. Suddenly, our world is this wonderful spectrum. We hike, praise it and worship it. We are under the influence of this dying stage. We adore it. But letting go is a process, it is not always a beautiful process. It is a slave of time. For some people, this process is cycle. It looks like a tree. Look at how dead they look at naked at some point in the year, it seems they need to be covered with leaves. For a while, you think they need the most leaves. They abandoned them. But I think that they want to let go. They do this without fighting as it is necessary. They are saving themselves